The Residents
The Residents - Kaw-liga (nightmare Mix) lyrics
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Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian, standin' by the door He fell in love with and Indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids And hoped some day he'd talk Kaw-Liga stubborn to never show a sign 'Cause his heart was made of knotty pine Poor old Kaw-Liga, he never got a kiss Is it any wonder that his face is red? Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian, never went no where His heart was set on the Indian maid with the the coal black hair Kaw-Liga stood there and never let it show So she could never answer yes or no Then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid And took her oh so very far away Kaw-Liga stands there just as lonely as can be And wishes he was still an old pine tree